Plastic Industry

I gotta head full of yesterday
And that plastic rose discomfort
And in a drawer where it's dark and safe are all the faces that just won't fit
I'm leaning on my future plans
So far their growth seems stunted
Articulate my acceptance speech
But I've not been nominated for this life
The plastic industry
It doesn't fit
No it's really not me
It's not me
I've got selected bouts of amnesia
In mild hot or informal
And I've taken all my windows out
To make it all seem less normal
I gotta list of things to do this week
My patience has been broken
My blinding thoughts reminding me
That I am not yet chosen for this life
The plastic industry
It doesn't fit
No it's really not me
No, not for this life
Oh the plastic industry
That's not my taste no
No it's really not me
I have asked who needs acceptance anyway and
I've been told to deal with yet another delay
So I'm leaning on my future plans
So far their growth seems stunted
Articulate my acceptance speech
But I've done nothing not, nothing nominated for this life
Oh the plastic industry
It doesn't fit
No it's really not me
No, not for this life
Oh the plastic industry
That's not my taste no
No it's really not me
Oh the plastic industry
The plastic industry